how come some people get to be Ornette Coleman while others do not? those of us who are not Ornette Coleman can only gaze in wonder. in all of my years of not being Ornette Coleman, i’ve never thought to ask that question.
i could have asked him directly when I met him sometime in the early ’80s. but i think i was too busy gazing in wonder (also known as shy). instead, i exchange a few words with his son, Denardo, who seemed really cool and down-to-earth. and shy
i’m not even sure why i’m thinking about this, as I sit here fighting off an allergic reaction to some not very good Indian food. feeling very itchy and bloated.